Chapter 1 the Psycho returns
So by popular demand and when I say popular demand I mean my grandma (cause no one else seems to leave comments ) I bring you "A Run In With A Psycho Making The Cut."
I don't own Deadpool or any other marvel related characters; I do however own Nathan Archer, which is if you don't already own him if so, I release all ownership to marvel inc. and so you know I do own my car now. Barely
Nathan Archer Life was turning around of course he was still working at McDonalds but now he was attending college, he got a raise, he's even purchased his own car it was a beater but it was still a car. He had one day left of semester and he got a two week break, time he wanted to spend with his new girlfriend Becky. They planned on going to the beach maybe hit up a bonfire or two.
Nathan chucked to himself a few months ago his life was depressing, he lived day to day at a dead-end job, but now he was going somewhere he knew it. All it took was an out of control hostage situation to help prioritize his life. Nathan finished categorizing the billing statement for the past week and placed the file in the safe. "Hey Vicky I'm all done here I'm heading out " Nathan says grabbing his messenger bag.
"Alright Nathan, and good luck on your exams today" Vicky says going threw files on updated safety procedures. Nathan made his way upfront of the store passing other employees making hamburgers and dropping French fries in the frying vat, when he heard automatic gunfire from the lobby.
Bang!
Bang !
Bang Bang!
"All right everyone this is a stick up don't anybody move!" came a familiar voice "Cept you sweet cheeks, I'll take two hundred spicy Mcchickens seven fry's and four drinks. And you know what I'll super size it." as Nathan crept to the front of the store he could see Deadpool casually leaning on the front counter making passes at Katrina (a blonde seventeen year old working morning shift) while aiming a submachine gun at regular customers who were sprawled out in the lobby floor cowering in fear. Nathan could make out the impression of a smile when Deadpool saw Nathan "Yo, Nate long time no see buddy!"
"Deadpool what are you doing here?" Nathan asked worriedly.
"Owe nothing I was sent on a munchie run and thought me and you could catch up" Deadpool says pulling out a pistol from the back of his utility built.
"Actually I'm on my way to school can we catch up later?" Nathan ask hopingly.
"Nope sorry Nate" Deadpool says aiming the pistol at Nathan.
"Your ganna drug me again aren't you" Nathan asks Deadpool nodds then fires the pistol at Nathan. Hitting him between the eyes.
"Booyah, head shot!" was the last thing Nathan heard as the drugs took ahold of him, and he slipped into unconsciousness.
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Deadpool pulled up to a poorly painted red and black two story house. It was surrounded by a eight foot fence complete with barbwire. The fence was coverd with no trespassing signs, one sign in particular stuck out "Trespassers will be shot, survivors will be shot again." Deadpool stepped out of the dead mobile with three McDonald carry on bags in hand, he went to his trunk, after several minuets of fumbling with keys he opened the trunk pulling out something about 5'7 feet in leant completely wrapped in black garbage bags. As he pulled this object out he slammed the but of it with the trunk by accident tearing a slight hole in the bags which promptly started to bleed. Deadpool shrugged as he closed the trunk by slamming the butt end of the object down hard on the trunk and made his way to the house.
"Honey I'm home" Deadpool declared as he walked threw the front door.
"About time, you've been gone four hours" Weasel whaled leaping from the leaving room sofa where he and Bob the Hydra agent sat watching reruns of Battle Star Galatica, which Deadpool was kind enough to Tivo for Weasel while he was in prison "What did you bring?" Weasel asks grabbing the bags from Deadpool.
"Cool Mcchicken this time" Bob says grabbing a sandwich and a large fry.
"Yea I thought I mix it up a bit" Deadpool declares handing Bob a soda.
"Wade?" Weasel asks.
"Yea Weasel"
"Why is there a hand sticking out of that roll of garbage bags? And why is it bleeding?" Weasel asks worried Wade brought a target home for processing.
"Owe this is Nate" Deadpool says dropping the bag on the floor and heading for the sofa. "my shows are on."
"The guy you kidnapped a few months ago?" Weasel asks confused.
"Of course, I'd never get Summers in one of those wrapped up like a burritos" Deadpool says changing the station to Nick at Night.
"Did you kill him?" Bob ask taking a sip of soda.
"Nah" Deadpool says "I'm going to deal with him later. Now shut it my shows on."
"But Dea-" Weasel begins but is quickly hushed.
"I said shut it.." Deadpool says eyes glued to the television.
A/N okay first chap was kind of short but sadly it had to be done. I hope to actively up date this and to make it to 20 chapters, enless I get a sturdy fan base by then and you all ask for more. Which probably wont happen duo to the randomness of this fic. Anyway thanks for reading leave a comment plz and props if anyone knows what show he's watching on nick at nite